Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.